He felt alien himself now; felt…eerily uncomfortable outside of his home. Inside was a whole nother matter. Inside, he felt at peace. He felt life.
Outside the rules were set up to not feel like life is all around and he was within that same life but, outside his door…
You are different. I am me. And I am special amongst all the rest, so fuck’em all!...
Alas, he was here my friends who so humbly are reading this right now. One hundred percent, he was here! And the same society that is buying the Luciferian Credo: I’m the motha fuckin Devil in charge motha fuckas! And if you don’t get out of my way, there’s gonna definitely be blood on the flo’! And the shit on the flo’ will definitely not be mine!...
(to be continued…)
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